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The Wolf’s Eyelash

If you don’t go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.

     ”Don’t go out into the woods, don’t go out,” they said.
     ”Why not? Why should I not go out into the woods tonight?” she asked.
     ”A big wolf lived there who eats humans such as you. Don’t go out in the woods, don’t go out. We mean it.”
     Naturally, she went out. She went out into the woods anyway, and of course she met the wolf, just as they had warned her.
     ”See, we told you,” they crowed.
     ”This is my life, not a fairy tale, you dolts,” she said. “I have to go to the woods, and I have to meet the wolf, or else my life will never begin.”
     But the wolf she encountered was in a trap, in a trap this wolf’s leg was in.
     ”Help me, oh help me!” he cried, “and I shall reward you justly.” For this is the way of the wolves in tales of this kind.
     ”How do I know you won’t harm me?” she asked–it was her job to ask questions. “How do I know you will not kill me and leave me lying in my bones?”
     ”Wrong question,” said the wolf. “You’ll just have to take my word for it.” And the wolf began to cry and wail once again and more.

“Oh, aieee! Aieeee! Aieeee!
There’s only one question
worth asking fair maiden,
wooooooooor
aieeeee th’
soooooooool?”

     “Oh you wolf, I will take a chance. Alright here!” And she sprang the trap and the wolf drew out its paw and this she bound with herbs and grasses.
     ”Ah, thank you kind maiden, thank you,” sighed the wolf. And because she had read too many of the wrong kind of tales, she cried, “Go ahead and kill me now, and let us get this over with.”
     But no, this did not come to pass. Instead this wolf put his paw upon her arm.
     ”I’m a wolf from another time and place,” he said. And plucking a lash from his eye, gave it to her and said, “Use this to be wise. From now on you will know who is good and not so good; just look through my eyes and you will see clearly.

For letting me live
I bid you live
in a manner as never before.
Remember, there’s only one question
worth asking fair maiden,
wooooooooor
aieeeee th’
soooooooool?”

And so she went back to he village
happy to still have her life.
And this time as they said,
“Just stay here and be my bride,”
or “Do as I tell you,”
or “Say as I want you to say,
and remain as unwritten upon
as the day you came,”
she held up the wolf’s eyelash
and peered through
and saw their motives
as she had not seen them before.
And the next time
the butcher weighed the meat
she looked through her wolf’s eyelash
and saw that he weighed his thumb too.
And she looked at her suitor
who said “I am so good for you,”
and she saw that her suitor
was so good for exactly nothing.
And in this way and more,
she was saved,
from not all,
but from many,
misfortunes.

 But more so, in the new seeing, not only did she see the sly and cruel, she began to grown immense in heart, for she looked at each person and weighed them anew through this gift from the wolf she had rescued.

And she saw those who were truly kind
and went near to them,
she found her mate
and stayed all the days of her life,
she discerned the brave
and came close to them,
she apprehended the faithful
and joined with them,
she saw bewilderment under anger
and hastened to soothe it,
she saw love in the eyes of the shy
and reached out to them,
she saw suffering in the stiff-lipped
and courted their laughter,
she saw need in the man with no words
and spoke for him,
she saw faith deep in the woman
who said she had none
and rekindled hers from her own.
She saw all things
with her lash of the wolf,
all things true,
and all things false,
all things turning against life
and all things turning towards life,
all things seen only
through the eyes of that
which weighs the heart with heart,
and not with the mind alone.

This is how she learned that it is true what they say, that the wolf is the wisest of all. If you listen closely, the wolf in its howling is always asking the most important question—not where is the next food, not where is the next fight, not where is the next dance?—

but the most important question
in order to see into and behind,
to weigh the value of all that lives,
wooooooooor
aieeeee th’
soooooooool?
wooooooooor
aieeeee th’
soooooooool?
Where is the soul?
Where is the soul?

Go out into the woods, go out. If you don’t go out into the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.
Go out into the woods,
go out.
Go out into the woods,
go out.
Go out into the woods,
go out.

Excerpted from “The Wolf’s Eyelash,” original prose poem by C.P. Estés, copyright 1970 from Rowing Songs for the Night Sea Journey, Contemporary Chants.



Happy Birthday Dr. Suess!

What Dr. Seuss Was Really Up To

By Allen Cates via Relevant Magazine

Your childhood was way more political than you think.

One hundred and eight years ago today, Theodore Geisel was born—you may know him better by his pseudonym, Dr. Seuss. He wrote the books that helped you (and countless others) learn to count, recognize letters, pronounce silly words and imagine a world where cats wear hats and Sam-I-Am relentlessly petitions for the deliciousness of green eggs and ham.

However, Dr. Seuss’ 60 books (which have sold more than 200 million copies) are more of a mental exercise in disguise. Seuss’ books not only made reading fun for kids, but also elevated the act of learning itself. Consider this line from I Can Read with My Eyes Shut (1978): “The more that you read, the more things you’ll know. The more that you learn the more places you’ll go.” Prescribing reading as a launching pad for a bright future is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the social, political and moral messaging the good doctor expressed in his stories. Although he claimed to not begin books with a moral in mind, the creator of Thing 1 and Thing 2, with their hair colored blue, had more than just wacky words up his sleeve … he had an agenda, too.

With this weekend’s box office release of Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax bound to stir up discussions about the movie’s environmentalist overtones, it’s time to look again at some Seuss classics with an eye for any other not-so-subtle subtexts that could be peeking back at us from behind the Truffula trees.

1. Horton Hears A Who! (1954)

Another Seuss classic that has recently been reimagined as a CGI feature film, Horton Hears A Who! is about an elephant proving the voices in his head (or on a speck) are real—and then some. Horton is written as a metaphor for a subject that was very dear to the author: the importance of big people (or powerful governments) looking after and listening to little ones. The story came to be after Dr. Seuss visited Japan in 1953, just one year after the end of U.S. occupation there and eight years after the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. While there, Seuss was deeply impressed by the people and places he visited, even going so far as to dedicate Horton Hears a Who! to his, “Great friend, Mitsugi Nakamura, of Kyoto, Japan.” More than half a century removed from World War II, it might be hard for a reader in 2012 to fully appreciate the wartime annihilation/occupation/reconciliation context from which the metaphor of Horton and his speck were inspired. But it’s not hard for modern readers to appreciate the timeless profundity of the most famous line from Horton: “A person’s a person, no matter how small.”

2. How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1957)

Because the animated version of The Grinch is re-introduced to the world every holiday season, it has become the most well-known of Dr. Seuss’ stories. As Dickens did with Ebenezer Scrooge, Dr. Seuss literally redefined the essence of what it means to be a heartless fun hater. Set in the cheery-cheeked hamlet of Whoville, How the Grinch Stole Christmas is a Seuss-ified critique of both the over-commercialization of Christmas (the Whos with all their presents) and its antithesis: holiday humbuggery (old Mr. Grinch). But, in the end, the Grinch realizes Christmas is not about material things that can be “stolen,” but instead about the intangible joys of the season. Taking another cue from Dickens, the Grinch is ultimately redeemed, which is not only fitting but required for any great story about Christmas—after all, it’s the beginning of the story of redemption itself.

3. Green Eggs and Ham (1960)

Green Eggs and Ham, Dr. Seuss’ best-selling book, is about more than green eggs—but it is still, most certainly, about color. Although less elaborate than some of his other analogous stories, Green Eggs and Hamis, at least on the surface, about the power of perseverance in the face of stubborn resistance. (“You do not like them. So you say. Try them! Try them! And you may.”) But it is more than coincidence that his Green Eggs and Ham was published the same year President Eisenhower signed the Civil Rights Act, which mandated federal oversight of elections in the South. It may be a stretch to imagine, but when Sam-I-Am is pressing his neighbor to try a strange gastronomic concoction, Seuss is pressing his readers to consider the goodness in things previously untried—like integrated schools systems and churches. At the very least,Green Eggs and Ham is about navigating life with an open mind and, at its best, it’s Seuss’ way of saying, “Don’t judge a book, or an egg—or a man—by its color.”

4. The Lorax (1971)

This “post enviro-pocalyptic” fable is clearly about the fragility of nature and the consequences of reckless human industry. Resources are pillaged, animal species banished and moderation is thrown to the wind by the greedy Once-Ler who disregards the grandfatherly Lorax’s warnings. The fact that readers never see the Once-Ler’s face (only his money-grubbing and cigar-wielding hands) reinforces the idea that business corporations are faceless and, in the case of the Once-Ler and his “Thneeds that everyone needs,” soulless and destructive—taking whatever they want no matter how it affects the planet. Critics have scolded Seuss’ fable as being too simplistic and negative. But seeing how this is a children’s book, and 20th-century manufacturing didn’t exactly get an A on its report card of environmental stewardship, Seuss can be forgiven his opaque symbolism. Seuss’ greater point: When you are entrusted with something, don’t squander it; take care of it, and speak up for what’s right even if you get shouted down.

5. Oh, the Places You’ll Go! (1990)

Arguably, Oh, the Places You’ll Go! is the most cliché graduation gift ever given by an out-of-touch relative. But this book, the last written by Dr. Seuss before he died in 1991, is unquestionably one of his most profound. Unlike in earlier works, the narrator is sage-like and directly encourages the reader to persevere through fear and loneliness, bang-ups and hang-ups. Despite what the title suggests, Places is not an allegory about destinations, but about the journey of life, shaded with hardship but ultimately hopeful. The central message is about moving forward, or as the doctor says: “Step with care and great tact, and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.” Knowing that his health was failing (he was 86 years old at the time), Oh, the Places You’ll Go! is the proverbial exclamation point that Dr. Seuss stamped on his canon of work.

Whether or not you see layered meaning in the fanciful work of Theodore “Dr. Seuss” Geisel, his singular style of rhyme-centric storytelling and fantastical drawing has stood the test of over a half century. And while his readers might grow up, few can forget the first books that helped them fall in love with books.


 The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

– Gustave Flaubert

 




Oh, the Places You’ll Go – Burning Man

Oh, the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Suess.  A monumental, groundbreaking piece of literature. One of the best books I’ve had the pleasure to read. A source of joy, inspiration, insight, sheer bliss…really a life-changer : )

….Read at Burning Man 2011. Perfect.

 




Read: Anthem

To make my life a reason unto itself. I know what I want up to the age of two hundred. Know what you want in life and go after it. I worship individuals for their highest possibilities as individuals, and I loathe humanity, for its failure to live up to these possibilities.” –Ayn Rand

Anthem, by Ayn Rand, is another work of fiction espousing her philosophy of objectivism, this time in novella form. It had been a while since I read The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged–both fantastic works (note: they are works of art, not just books). I picked up Anthem to expand my Rand repertoire and get a much needed injection of her thought process. Anthem was perfect for this. Quite Brave-New-World-esque, Anthem describes a future society that has forgotten the most sacred of all words–I.  The book opens:

The existed only to serve the state. They were conceived in controlled Palaces of Matinh. They diesd in the Home of the Useless. From cradle to grave, the crowd was one—the great WE. In all that was left of humanity there was only one man who dared to think, seek, love. He, Equality 7-2521, came close to losing his life because his knowledge was regarded as a treacherous blasphemy…he has rediscovered the lost and holy word—I.”

Anthem could either be a great introduction to Rand’s philosophy or a poignant reminder of the hundreds of hours your invested reading the above works. Regardless of your feelings on her philosophies, it is worth reading any of the books and exploring sides of society we probably don’t discuss enough.

Quotes from Anthem:

“The greatest guilt today is that of people who accept collectivism by moral default; the people who seek protection from the necessity of taking a stand, by refusing to admit to themselves the nature of that which they are accepting; the people who support plans specifically designed to achieve serfdom, but hide behind the empty assertion that they are lovers of freedom, with no concrete meaning atteach to the word; the people who believe that the content of ideas need no be examined, that the principles need not be defined, and that facts can be eliminated by keeping one’s eyes shut.”

“Those who want slavery should have the grace to name it by its proper name.”

“We have come to see how great is the unexplored, and many lifetimes will not bring us to the end of our quest. But we wish no end to our quest. We wish nothing, save to be alone and to learn, and to feel as if with each day out sight were growing sharper than the hawk’s and clearer than rock crystal.”

 ”And yet there is no shame in us and no regret. We say to ourselves that we are a wretch and a traitor. But we feel no burden upon our spirit and no fear in our heart. And it seems to us that our spirit is clear as a lake troubled by no eyes save those of the sun. And in our heart—strange are the ways of evil!—in our heart there is the first peace we have known in twenty years.”

 ”The secrets of this earth are not for all men to see, but only for those who will seek them.”

 “So long a road lies before us, and what care we if we must travel it alone!”

 ”There is no danger in solitude.”
 ”It is our world, a strange unknown world, but our own.”

“But we lived not, when we toiled for our brothers, we were only weary.”

“I AM. I THINK. I WILL.”

“I wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrant for being. I need no warrant for being and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.”

“Whatever road I take, the guiding star is within me; the guiding star and the lodestone which point the way. They point in but one direction. They point to me.”

“I know not if this earth on which I stand is the core of the universe or if it is but a speck of dust lost in eternity. I know not and I care not. For I know what happiness is possible to me on earth. And my happiness needs no higher aim to vindicate it. My happinesss is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.”

“I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.”

“I am neither friend nor foe to my brother, but such as each of them shall deserve of me. And to earn my love, my brother must do more than to have been born. I do not grant my life without reason, not to any chance passer-by who may wish to claim it. I honor men with my love. But honor is a thing to be earned.”

“I shall choose my friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect, but neither command nor obey.  And we shall join hands when we wish, or walk alone when we so desire. For in the temple of his spirit, each man is alone.”

“[We] is the word by which the deprave steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages.”

“But what is freedom? Freedom from what? There is nothing to take a man’s freedom away from him, save other men. To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. That is freedom. This and nothing else.”

“What brought it to pass? What disaster took their reason away from men? What whip lashed them to their knees in shame and submission? The worship of the word “We.’ “

“And man will go on. Man, not men.”